Page 14 of Night with a Gamma
“Hmm, if you can manage to keep up with me, we might just have time for that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. “Oh, I think I can manage.” I lean in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “But first, we should probably discuss what’s happening at the pack while you’re here. I want to make sure you feel welcomed.”
She takes a sip of her juice, her expression thoughtful. “I’d love that. I want to get to know your world better, Harrison. I know it’s different from mine, and I want to understand everything about you.”
Her sincerity warms me more than the sheets around us. “You already know so much, but I’d be happy to share. There’s a lot to explain about pack dynamics, the rituals we have, and the responsibilities I carry as Gamma.”
Wren nods, her eyes wide with curiosity. “I’m all ears. Tell me everything.”
I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “Well, being Gamma means I’m the second-in-command. I help keep the peace, train the younger wolves, and ensure the pack is safe and functioning well. My duties keep me busy, but it’s rewarding. The pack is like family to me.”
She smiles, but there’s a hint of concern in her gaze. “And what about the challenges? I can only imagine that there are conflicts and issues that arise.”
“Yeah, there can be,” I admit, “especially when tensions run high. We’ve had our share of disputes with neighboring packs, and there are always rogue wolves to contend with. We have to be vigilant.” I pause, watching her reaction. “But with you around, I feel like I can handle anything.”
Her smile widens, and my heart swells at her approval. “I like the sound of that. Together, we can tackle anything that comes our way.”
“Together,” I echo, the word feeling like a promise. “You’re not just my mate, Wren. You’re my partner in every sense of theword. I want to protect you, but I also want you to be a part of my life. I want you to feel like you belong.”
A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. “What is it?” I ask gently, rubbing her arm with my thumb.
“It’s just… I’ve never been part of a pack before. I don’t know the dynamics, the way things work. What if I don’t fit in?”
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. “You’ll fit in just fine. The pack is always welcoming to new members, and they’ll love you as much as I do. Trust me, Little Bird. You have a way of bringing light into the darkest corners. Just being you is enough.”
Her expression softens, and she leans in closer, her forehead resting against mine. “Thank you, Harrison. That means the world to me.”
In this moment, I feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me — a fierce desire to shield her from any pain or doubt. “I’ll always be here for you, Wren. No matter what.”
“Promise?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I promise.” I seal the promise with a kiss, brushing my lips against hers softly. The world fades away, and all that exists is this connection between us — the ethereal bond forged by fate and destiny.
As we pull away, I notice her eyes glisten, and I can’t help but smile. “Now, how about we make the most of our morning before the pack festivities begin? I can’t think of a better way to start the day.”
Her laughter rings out, a melodic sound that fills the room. “Oh, I have a few ideas,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
And just like that, the day ahead transforms into a canvas of possibilities.
8
IS IT TRAINING IF IT’S WITH FRIENDS
Harrison
The sun hangsin the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the training field as I tread the familiar path. Each step feels heavier with the weight of the day ahead. The air is thick with the scent of earth and sweat, mingling with the faintest hint of pine from the surrounding trees. I can hear the distant thud of bodies meeting sand and the occasional grunt of exertion. As I approach, I spot Dalton and Wyatt, already engaged in an intense sparring session.
Dalton, the pack Beta, spots me first. He takes a step back, a playful grin breaking across his face, and gives me the signature head dip that has become our unspoken greeting. It’s a sign of camaraderie, one that has been forged over years of training and battles fought side by side. I return the gesture, a flicker of a smile crossing my lips despite the undercurrent of tension that has been building within the pack.
Wyatt, my Alpha, wipes sweat from his brow with a towel, his black hoodie clutched in his other hand. He glances my way, hisexpression shifting from concentration to concern. “Any more rogue sightings?” he asks, his voice low but firm.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the unease that settles in my gut. “The warriors mentioned they spotted tracks, but they couldn’t tell if they were old or new.”
Wyatt lets out a huff of annoyance, the sound echoing in the stillness of the field. I can feel the frustration radiating off him like heat waves. This rogue problem has been a thorn in our side for far too long, and the uncertainty gnaws at him.
Dalton interjects, “We have that phone call meeting with Alpha Rex in two hours about the rogue issue.”
I nod, my heart sinking further. I’m not looking forward to that meeting. Alpha Rex’s reputation as an idiot and an asshole precedes him. His arrogance knows no bounds, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something from us.
